Warnings: violence, abuse, language
Dylan's POV
"There is no way that works," Ki Hong laughed.
"It's true!" Will defended his crazy accusation.
"Dude," I sighed. "You're saying that, with Airpods, Apple allows you to leave your phone in a room, turn on something called "Live Listening" and then you can spy on people."
"I told you, my sisters and I tried it. It really works."
"What works?"
We all turned around to see Y/N standing in the doorway. She laughed as she crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the doorway.
"Boys?" She elongated. "You all wouldn't be hiding out in Poulter's trailer, late for filming, because you are trying to spy on people, are you?"
"Why would you think that?" I stuttered.
"Live Listening," she said, sending me a smirk. She looked around the room, suddenly laughing as she slightly shook her head. "Come on, boys. Wes has been looking for you."
* * * * *
In the middle of the scene, I looked over to see Y/N pacing back and forth with her phone pressed to her ear. My heart sank when I saw the look on her face. I forced myself to refocus when I heard my cue.
After the scene, I looked over to see Y/N still on her phone. When I saw the tears in her eyes, I jogged over. I bit my lip as she hung up her phone and angrily wiped the tears streaming down her face.
"Y/N?" She jumped before quickly turned around. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she said under her breath, looking down at her phone.
"No, you aren't," I said, reaching over and grabbing her hand before she could walk away. I pulled her into my chest, the sob escaping her lips as she buried her face in my shirt. I rubbed her back, tightening my arms around her waist.
Once she had calmed down, she pulled out of my arms. She took a step back and wrapped her arms around herself. "Y/N," I started.
"I gotta go," she stuttered before turning on her heel and quickly walking away from me.
"Whoa, is Y/N okay?"
I turned around to see Will watching Y/N leave. "I don't know," I sighed. "She was one the phone, listening to someone yell at her. You should've seen the look on her face when she hung up."
"I wonder if it was her boyfriend," Will sighed.
"Y/N has a boyfriend?" I asked, clearing my throat.
"Yeah," he shrugged. "And he's a real dick."
"What makes you say that?"
"Well," Will cleared his throat awkwardly. "Y/N's been dating this guy for more than a year but he treats her like shit. I'm pretty sure he hits her."
"What?!"
"She won't admit it but one day, last movie, she came onto the set with long sleeves. When I tried to ask her about it, she just stuttered and walked away. Later, I caught her pushing up her sleeves and I saw she had bruises up and down both arms."
"Bruises?" My heart jumped into my throat, making it suddenly hard to breathe. I looked over Will's shoulder to see Y/N walking back onto set with her headset and clipboard.
"What kind of asshole would hurt a girl like Y/N? How does he not realize how lucky he is to have her in his life?"
"You should tell her."
I quickly looked at him, confused. "Tell her what?" I asked slowly.
"That you're in love with her."
* * * * *
I looked around before sneaking into the PA's trailer. I quickly closed the door behind me, looking around. Ever since Will told me that Y/N's boyfriend might be abusing her, I've wanted nothing more than to figure out if he was right.
I couldn't necessarily ask her, "Hey, Y/N. How's your day going? Quick question, you wouldn't happen to be dating an abusive asshole who doesn't realize how amazing you are, would you?"
I sighed as I ran my hands through my hair, debating what to do. Suddenly, I got an idea. I quickly tore my phone out of my pocket, turned on "Live Listening", and looked for somewhere to hide my phone. I finally found a spot and decided to hide it under some magazines on the table.
As soon as my phone was out of sight, I snuck out of the trailer. I hesitated, deciding to sit on a bench across the set. I was able to see the trailer and hear through my headphones, but close enough I could run over if she needed me.
I nervously bounced my leg as I patiently waited for Y/N to return to the trailer. My breath got caught in my throat when I saw her walking across the lot. I clenched my hands into fists when I saw a guy walking behind her.
Y/N turned around and started talking to the guy. He scoffed as he looked back down at his phone, completely ignoring her. My blood boiled as I saw her tuck her hair behind her ear, a nervous habit she's had since she was younger.
She wrapped her arms around her clipboard, clutching it closer to her chest as she walked into the PA trailer. I sat up straighter as I could hear them walking into the trailer.
"Y/N," the guy scoffed. "What are we doing here? I thought we were going to dinner."
"I'm sorry, Kenny," I heard Y/N sigh. "I just have to finish this last scene and then we can go."
"Why?" Kenny scoffed. "It's not like you're in the movie. You're just an assistant. They don't need you."
My heart sank as Kenny laughed. I hope Y/N knows how much we all love her. She's been around since the first movie and they wouldn't be the same without her. She's helped us through our insecure moments, the panic attacks, and the interviews. She's not just a PA, she's our friend.
"It's not like that," Y/N said softly. I sat up straighter when I heard Kenny groan.
"Can we go now?" He asked, the anger building in his voice.
"Kenny," Y/N stuttered. "I'm not done with work."
"I don't like you working."
"What?" Y/N's voice got caught in her throat.
"My girl is not going to be working. Especially when that means she's going to put her work of other guys above me."
"Other guys?" She stuttered. "Oh. . . The guys. . . The guys are my friends."
"I know," Kenny said, his voice dark. "That's what worries me."
"Kenny," Y/N stuttered. "You have nothing to worry about. The guys are just my friends. I mean. . ."
"Not everyone," he said through his teeth.
"What do you mean, not everyone?"
"Dylan."
I quickly stood up when I heard him growl out my name. "What about Dylan?" Y/N asked, her voice getting caught in her throat when she said my name.
"He worries me."
"Why? We're. . . We're friends."
"That hesitation is exactly what worries me, Y/N," Kenny spat at her. "You spend every day with him. And don't pretend like you don't know how he feels about you."
"How he feels?" Y/N stuttered. "What are you talking about? Dylan doesn't. . ."
"Yes, he does, "he said through his teeth, cutting her off.
"Kenny," she stuttered. "What are you. . . What are you doing?"
"You are quitting this job," he said slowly.
"But I. . ."
"Did I stutter?"
I heard Y/N gasp, the sound of him pushing her against something. Before things could escalate, I ran across the set. The second I got to the PA trailer, I barged in. My heart jumped into my throat when I saw Kenny holding Y/N against the wall, tears streaming down her face.
"Get away from her!" I yelled. They both looked over at me, anger in Kenny's eyes and fear in Y/N's eyes.
"Dylan. . ." Y/N stuttered. She jumped when Kenny let out a loud sarcastic laugh.
"And you say he doesn't have feelings for you," Kenny laughed sarcastically.
"Dylan, go." Y/N said, sending me a pleading look. "Please," she whispered. Even though she was telling me to go, the look in her eyes begged me to stay.
"Let her go," I said, not looking away from Y/N's scared look.
"Why the hell would I listen to you?" Kenny laughed. "Last time I checked, Loverboy, she's my girlfriend."
"Maybe she shouldn't be."
Both of them looked at me with wide eyes. Kenny slightly pushed Y/N away from him and glared at me. "If I shouldn't be with her," Kenny said slowly, "then who should be?"
"Me."
"You?" Y/N asked, her breath getting caught in her throat. She took a hesitant step towards me, stopping when Kenny glared at her.
"Kenny, you were right," I said, sending Y/N a smile. "I do have feelings for Y/N. I've had feelings for her since the day I met her. Ever since I bumped into her and spilled my coffee all down her shirt the first day of filming. I was so freaked out, but she said it was okay. She took one look at me and noticed how on-edge I was. She spent the next twenty minutes talking to me, reassuring me that everything was going to be okay. I started to fall in love with her as she helped me."
"You. . . You're in love with me?" Y/N stuttered, her eyes watering.
"I am," I said, chuckling nervously. My breath got stuck in my throat when she smiled at me. Y/N tried to take a step towards me, but Kenny grabbed her and roughly pulled her back.
"Are you fucking serious?!" He yelled. My eyes widened as he threw Y/N, making her tumble to the ground. This time, it was my turn to get angry as she grimaced in pain.
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" I yelled.
"Stay out of this, actor boy. It doesn't concern you."
He turned back towards Y/N, but before he could take a step towards her, I grabbed his shoulder. The second he was facing me, my fist connected with his chin. He quickly recomposed himself before charging me.
I gasped as he wrapped his arms around my waist, pushing me onto the table. We both fell over the table as we continued to try and gain dominance. I quickly stood up and punched him again. As I landed a few, he landed some too.
Somewhere along the way, we ended up pushing each other out of the trailer. We continued to fight until security ran over and pulled us apart.
"What is going on over here?" Wes yelled as he ran over. He stopped when he saw the security guys let go of me while the other guys held Kenny.
"Who is this?" Wes asked as he looked at me. His eyes shifted to something behind me. I turned around to see YN standing by the PA trailer, arms wrapped around herself as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Y/N, honey, are you okay?" Wes asked as he quickly walked over to her. "What happened?"
"I'm sorry," she said, her voice getting caught in her throat. "This is my fault. That's Kenny. He's my boyfriend and. . ."
"He abuses her," I jumped in. Everyone around us turned to me before slowly turning back to Y/N.
"Y/N, is that true?" Wes asked as he carefully grabbed her hands. She looked over at me, tears streaming down her cheeks. Without a word, she nodded her head.
Wes instantly pulled her into his chest, wrapping his arms around her. "Shawn," Wes said, getting the attention of the security guard holding Kenny. "Get him out of here. And make sure he doesn't come back."
"Yes, sir."
Before the security guards led Kenny off the set, I turned towards him. "Stay away from her," I threatened. Kenny scoffed, but the smirk fell when he saw all of us guys standing protectively in front of Y/N.
We watched as Kenny was escorted off the set. I turned back around to see Wes quietly talking to Y/N. Whatever he said made her nod. He smiled at her as he pulled her into his chest, gently rubbing her back.
I was about to go over there, but Wes turned them around and led them to his office. I ran my hands through my hair as they walked away.
"Nicely done." I turned around to see the guys smirking at me.
"What?" I sighed. "Did you expect me not to do something about Kenny? Y/N doesn't deserve that asshole."
"Because she deserves you, right?" Will smirked. I opened and closed my mouth, clearing my throat when I couldn't think of what to say.
"I think you two would be great together," Thomas chuckled.
"I didn't mean nicely done on beating the shit out of him," Ki Hong laughed. "I meant nicely done on hiding your phone in her trailer and using that Live Listening."
"Is that what you did?" Dexter laughed.
"I had to know," I sighed. "She doesn't deserve to be in an abusive relationship. She deserves someone who would never think about hurting her."
* * * * *
After we finished filming the last scene of the day, I left my trailer. I stopped when I saw Y/N walking across the set. I hesitated before jogging over to her.
"Y/N," I said when I got close. She stopped walking and looked over. She nervously bit her lip as I ran up to her.
"Hey," I said nervously.
"Hi," she said softly, tucking her hair behind her ear.
"Um, how are you?" I stuttered. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she sighed. She looked up at me, her eyes soft.
"Are you?" I asked. "I mean, are you away from him?"
"I am," Y/N said, running her fingers through her hair. "I haven't talked to him since. . . Everything. Thank you, but the way, for what you did."
"Of course," I stuttered as I stepped closer to her. "I couldn't. . . I wouldn't. . . I had to do something. I couldn't let him hurt you. You deserve better, Y/N. You deserve a guy who would never hurt you."
I took another step closer to her before reaching over and grabbing her hands, instantly intertwining our fingers.
"Dylan," she stuttered. "I. . ."
I cut her off as I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers. She gasped before slowly starting to kiss me back. As our lips moved in sync, I wrapped my arms around her waist.
I broke the kiss and leaned my forehead against hers. She giggled as she leaned back, reached up, and cupped my cheek in her hand. "Dylan, I. . ."
"I'm in love with you, Y/N."
She bit her lip, giggling nervously. "I'm in love with you too, Dylan."